Wasssssssssup?!? LOL, hey everybody! I'm on a roll, I hoped you guys enjoyed the last part of the story ^_~. My birthday is tomorrow!! Happy birthday to me… happy birthday to me… happy birthday dear Joy- hey waitaminute! I'm so not revealing my real name ::raises nose in the air::. No freakin' way…
BTW- Reverend Sullivan may seem a bit OOC in the chapter. But I can seriously see him do something like that (you'll know what I mean) to Landon. Just… maybe not the whole 'move in with us' sort of thing ^_~
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Disclaimer- ::Looks a tad bit annoyed:: Didn't I put this on my bio?
Title- Papa Don't Preach
Author- Jade
Rating- R (A very low R, though)
Teaser- When Jamie and Landon are 16, they get into trouble that is totally unexpected. This scenario proves that Jamie and Landon belong together, no matter what the circumstances…
Chapter 3- … Willing to do Anything…
Chapters- 3/10
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Quote of the Day:
'He tried to stab himself with the butter knife.' – Taken from the last chapter. Heavens was that delightful… LoL
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After the parents had pulled apart a now sobered and quite embarrassed Landon and a blushing Jamie, they sat in the family room to discuss this. Between Cynthia and Worth sat Landon, who was trying to hide himself from the Hegbert's condescending gaze. Hegbert sat next to Jamie, across the Carter family in silence.
"So, when did this all happen?" Inquired Worth, after a full ten minutes of silence. Hegbert's eyes flashed dangerously toward Landon once more, and nodded in agreement.
"Yes when did this all happen?" He said, his voice slow and dripping with disguised rage. Landon looked around quickly, as if to see if to see if there was any butter knifes available.
Cynthia caught this, and placing a hand on his shoulder muttered quietly to him, "Stop it. Now." Now, Cynthia liked to consider herself a pretty cool mom. So it was rare for her to get extremely embarrassed and extremely angry at or because of Landon- especially both at once. So Landon stopped looking around and looked across from the coffee table to Jamie and Hegbert.
"I-I think it was about… about three days ago, sir." Landon's clear voice informed him. He heard Hegbert's grunt and look toward Jamie, knowing that she had the alibi of staying over at Sally's house. Worth turned to his son.
"Well, it might be too sure to check. Pregnancy can happen within the 24 hours of… erm, yeah, you know. I think you two were moving to quickly, going to a physician to check up on a baby that might not be there. But yes, by the sound of it, there's a chance that Jamie could be pregnant." Worth concluded. Landon looked toward Hegbert, and saw that he looked madder then before.
"I see." Hegbert said, narrowing his eyes when they locked with Landon's. Hegbert Sullivan had never seemed as intimidating before this. "Well, what will we do with the living conditions if Jamie is indeed having Landon's… Landon's… child." It seemed hard for him to say the word 'child', but after all, Jamie was still a child to him.
"Well, I think Jamie and Landon should move in together to take care of the baby." Cynthia suggested. Hegbert seemed to want to shoot that deadly look he had reserved only for Landon, but resisted the urge being that Cynthia was an adult. "I mean, it's only fair. They both get equal responsibility and both get to know the baby and well, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea. If they're under constant supervision of course." She added in, when she realized Hegbert was gaping at her in shock for actually proposing the idea.
"Well, Cynthia has a point." Worth agreed relunctantly. "Do you mind, son?" Worth asked Landon. He felt a bead of sweat trail down the far left of his cheek, and the temperature seemed to rise at least 5 degrees. Hegbert was glaring at him at full blast now, his nostrils flaring and he had the sudden urge to throw up.
In his mind, he pictured Hegbert getting up and started stabbing him in the heart with his parents doing nothing to stop the reverend. Jamie was just laughing her head off and clutching her stomach to hold back the tears. He needed to get out of there.
Fast.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." Landon blurted out, running toward the bathroom to heave up Jamie's and his mother's well prepared meal.
"Well, Cynthia has a point. Do you mind, son?" Worth asked Landon. Landon turned even paler and was sweating under the interrogation. Hegbert was glaring at him, even making low growling noises in the back of his throat.
After a minute he announced, surprisingly ashen, "I think I'm gonna be sick." And then ran to the bathroom. A second later, he started retching.
"Well, that's certainly unusual. Never seen the father start throwing up." Laughed Cynthia, trying to add a joke to the uncomfortable silence. Jamie looked to her father, nudging him.
"Daddy! You scared the pants off of him! Look at him- you made him throw up." She hissed. For once throughout the whole evening, Hegbert cracked a smile.
'Good." He answered back in deep satisfaction. Jamie gasped.
"Daddy! Stop it, please be nice." Jamie pleaded. Hegbert glared at her, a milder version of the Landon Stare.
"You should have told him that before you got yourself pregnant little lady." Hegbert bit back. Letting out a huff, Jamie turned away from her father, her arms crossed. Cynthia and Worth looked very uncomfortable during what seemed to be their private, inaudible conversation. Guess not.
"Well, I suppose Jamie could live with Landon. Perhaps he could live with us- we have enough room." Hegbert noted, a sly smile that was unnoticed by everyone but Jamie. She knew that smile. Whenever he had something especially diabolical schemed, that smile always was displayed on his face. Landon wouldn't last a week with her father, more or less nine months. Hegbert couldn't change the fact that Jamie was almost certainly pregnant- but he could make the father of the child as uncomfortable during that time.
"No, I don't mind living with Ms. Carter and Landon. I'm used to staying here anyway." Jamie answered back as sweetly as possible. Hegbert glared at her, knowing what she was doing.
"But I want you to stay at home Jamie." Hegbert declared. Jamie shook her head, refusing to let Landon throw up every meal for the next nine months. He might have been classified as bulimic or something…
"I think Landon and I want to stay here." Jamie firmly stated. Cynthia finally spoke up.
"Well Reverend, all due respect, if they want to stay here let them stay here. It is, after all, their child." Cynthia reminded. Worth just agreed with his ex-wife, and Hegbert sighed in defeat.
"Oh fine. You can stay here." Hegbert relented. Jamie kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you Daddy!" She chirped happily. Hegbert's almost gleeful face remained gloomy throughout the rest of the evening.
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"You feelin' better?" Smiled Jamie, looking up from her book. She had changed into something of Landon's and was lying in his bed. He had finally gotten out of the bathroom, his face still pale with a bit of a green tint around the cheeks but he still had a smile on his face. Sitting on the bed and kissing her cheek.
"Yeah, great since your dad's gone." Landon weakly stated. Jamie nodded understandably, scooting aside so Landon could have room to lie down.
"I don't blame you. He can be pretty intimidating sometimes. Especially when he puts on what I call the Landon Stare at full blast." Jamie remarked. Landon groaned, stuffing his head in the pillow.
"Don't remind me of that." He mumbled, voice muffled because of the pillow.
"And Daddy wants us to live with him if I'm really pregnant." Jamie stated nonchalantly. Landon's head snapped up quickly, his eyes wide and his face as green as it was a half an hour ago.
"What did you say? You didn't agree did you?" He sputtered out. Jamie had a mischievous half-grin on her face.
"Well, I dunno, don't you like my dad?" Jamie inquired innocently. Landon looked as if he were about to throw up again.
"Yeah, when he isn't shooting murderous, unrelenting glances at me till I throw up. Shit, I have that feeling in my stomach again." Landon groaned, clutching his stomach. "A man can only take so much!" He cried out incredulously. Unable to take it any longer, Jamie let out the laugh she had been trying to keep in. Landon sighed, shoulders sagging in relief.
"Oh good… You were kidding. You shouldn't kid around with something like that Jamie." He stated very seriously. This only caused Jamie to laugh harder. "I mean it- I'm gonna have to go through therapy now. Dammit, take me seriously!!!" He ordered as she kept on laughing, clutching her stomach with tears flowing down her eyes. After she had finally calmed down she nodded.
"OK, I'm sorry. Geez, Landon… It was just a joke. But if you feel so strongly about the subject, maybe we should-" Jamie began in mock wonder, her index finger on her chin, contemplating the idea.
"NO!" Landon interjected loudly. Jamie just shrugged.
"As you wish." She said mockingly. Landon glared at her menacingly.
"Y'know, ever since you got pregnant, you've gotten rather cocky." He muttered toward her, lifting up the blanket as so he could slip under. Jamie laughed, going under the covers as well.
"It's nice to know you noticed, Landon." She answered back. They were now lying on their sides, facing each other. Although, at the moment, Landon was glaring at her with mild annoyance.
"I don't have to share this bed with you, y'know." He reminded her gruffly. Jamie's smile widened, kissing his cheek.
"You're so sweet!" She cried, giggling. Landon sent her a puzzled look until she explained with, "I'm sure the couch downstairs will be very comfortable." She laughed lightly, handing him a pillow and sheets. As she dragged a too-shocked-to-reply Landon from his bed, she reasoned with, "After all, this bed is, technically, full already. It's wonderful that you're going to be sleeping on the couch until I've fulfilled my term." She giggled, kissing him on the cheek as she shut the door on his face.
The loud 'bang!' must have awaken his senses for he stated loudly, "I didn't mean me Jamie!" He started, pounding on the door. "Let. Me. In!" He ordered. Cynthia emerged from her room, groggy from being awaken.
"Landon? What are you doing? It's 11:05 at night." She groaned, rubbing her eyes gingerly. Once her vision cleared up, she realized he was holding a sheet and a pillow. Rolling her eyes as she leaned against the mantle frame, she inquired, "What did you do that got you kicked out of your room?" Landon glared at the door, while taking a quick glance at his mother.
"Nothing- You hear that Jamie? MY ROOM!" He exclaimed, starting to pound on the door once more. Cynthia walked over and dragged him away from the abused door. "I'll be back Jamie! And when I do come back, that door better be open!!" He hollered at her. Cynthia groaned, pulling him by the ear downstairs. "Owwww!! Mom!" He cried once she had let go of his reddened ear. He sat on the couch across from his mother, rubbing it.
"Well, that's what you get for making such a ruckus." She retorted.
Glaring at her, he defended with, "She took my room!" Rolling her eyes she shook her head.
"Nuh-uh dear, soon it'll be both yours and Jamie's room. Remember that little talk we had about responsibility?" She added in. Landon's jaw dropped, gaping at his mother.
"Mom! It's my room!!!" He whined as if he were an 8-year old. Which, technically, by now he had the mental capacity of but we really didn't want to get into that… "I don't WANNA share it!" He stated. Cynthia closed her eyes, letting out a breath.
One minute I think he's growing up, the next he's a five-year old. And to think, I wanted to have a girl after Landon… She trailed off, inwardly shaking her head.
"You don't want to share it with anyone? Not even the baby?" She reminded. Landon opened his mouth as if to remark on it, but the words fell short. Closing his mouth, he narrowed his eyes.
"Doesn't mean she has to steal my room. For nine months." He put in bitterly. Cynthia tilted her head, giving him an exasperated sigh.
"Now Landon. Yesterday you were willing to make a stand, take care of the baby and Jamie, and sacrifice you're social life for the both of them." She reminded him.
Raising a skeptical eyebrow, he answered with, "Yesterday, I also got myself drunk, made a fool out of myself out of everyone, and learned that Reverend Sullivan hates me more then he puts on." He shuddered. Remembering his little episode earlier that night, Cynthia felt compassion for her son.
"Oh, are you all right dear? Why did you throw up?" She asked worriedly. Memories of Hegbert glowering at him got him queasy in the pit of his stomach.
"Y'know how Reverend Sullivan just kept on staring at me?" He questioned softly, shuddering at what Hegbert would do if he realized that he may have gotten Jamie sick.
"Of course. You couldn't miss it- the man looked like he wanted to kill you on the spot. But I can't blame him- I would have done the same thing in his position. After all, only child, can barely support himself and his daughter, let alone another child… I can see where he's coming from." Cynthia nodded.
"He just kept on staring at me and I couldn't stand it so I just… threw up." He shrugged. Cynthia's eyes widened at the realization of what made him suddenly ill.
"You got sick… because Reverend Sullivan wouldn't stop glaring at you? I knew the man had unforeseen powers, but this is ridiculous!" She laughed. Landon glared at her.
"It isn't funny. My skin's still clammy from this evening because of him!" He protested. Stifling a laugh, Cynthia nodded.
"Of course. Are you sure it wasn't your imagination playing tricks on you again?" She teased. Two opportunities to embarrass her son in less then a week! It was her lucky day…
"Mom!" He groaned. At that moment, the doorbell rung. Alarmed and thinking it was Hegbert once more, he threw the sheets over his head as an act to protect himself. "If it's for me and its Jamie's father, I died. See, I got the sheet over my head to prove it." He muttered through the sheets. Cynthia chuckled.
"All right sweetheart. But I can't guarantee he won't try and come in here and make sure you're gone for himself…" She trailed off teasingly. Landon tensed up at this. In less the twelve hours, he had acquired the greatest fear he had ever encountered: the pissed off Reverend who's daughter just happened to be the woman he impregnated. If that isn't scary, Landon didn't know what was.
"Oh, hello Eric! Oh, and Belinda, Tracie, Dean, and Walker, it's wonderful to see you as well. Come in." She accented those at the door. Not trusting his mother, he kept the sheets up just in case Cynthia may have tried to trick him. A nasty trick indeed, but the Carters' known for their warped sense of humor…
"Hey, man! What you doin' under that sheet? Playin' dead?" Laughed the voice that could be none other then Eric. Letting out a sigh of relief, he lifted the sheets above his head. Lo and behold were a very awake Eric, Belinda, Tracie, Dean, and Walker.
"Exactly." Landon laughed. Belinda, Tracie, and Dean sat on the couch across from him where his mother previously occupied, while Walker and Eric sat on either side of Landon.
"We haven't seen much of you since you left with the Virgin Mary." Tracie drawled. Landon felt himself blushing, as he rung the sheets in his clenched hands.
"Yeah, she was pretty drunk that night." Laughed Dean, an arm cast around Tracie's shoulders. "I wouldn't be surprised if she slept with the first guy she saw." He continued. He felt something tighten in his throat as Belinda and Tracie roll their eyes, Walker join in the laughter, and Eric nod in agreement.
"Uh, speaking of that guys, I have something to tell you guys. It's sort of a surprise- even for me." He nervously stated.
Well, better now then never… He reasoned with himself. Although if he really had a choice, it would be never but you really couldn't blame Landon. It was, of course, typical that Jamie decided to come down the staircase at that same exact moment.
"Landon?" Called a faint, obviously feminine voice that was too young to be his mother. Shit, was all Landon was thinking. Everyone turned to the direction of the voice, but it was Eric who taunted him about it first.
"Keeping a girl looked up, eh? Neva knew you had it in you man! 'Specially wit yo mom here, y'know." Eric reminded. Landon looked downcast, knowing they wouldn't think he had courage once they realized who it was.
"Listen, I'm sorry about the whole 'throwing you out of bed' thing. It's your bed and your room. I suppose that wine from earlier did make me tipsier then I thought." Jamie laughed, her voice louder and clearer. Belinda furrowed her brow.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say that would have been Jamie Sullivan." She pondered. Shit, oh shit… shit, oh shit… shit, oh shit… He kept chanting in his mind. Somehow, Hegbert staring at him for an eternity and him throwing up promptly afterwards didn't seem as bad as this.
Jamie continued with, "OK, do you want me to drag you upstairs or something? Oh, I get it. You want me to apologize now. Well, I'm sorry Mr. Carter but I'm definitely not… apologizing…" She trailed off as she reached the open paneled door which led into the living room.
Landon walked up to Jamie, an arm over her shoulder and said, as to break the silence, "Surprise. Heh… heh…"
All they could do is stare at him in total shock.
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Wow, that was short. It's about 3,500 words!! Geez, but it's like a continuation of the night before. Yes, I'm beginning to really really like cliffies… Bwahahahaha! Tee hee, thank you everybody who reviewed!!!
Who are (from last time I checked)- katstanford (- I hope I got your name right.), cassidy, maniac, smily gal. and Matt ^_~
I'll say who the real names are in the next chapter.
And I finally figured out where this is going! OK, this'll probably be around 8 chapters. I think it'll follow as so…
Chapter 1- Out of the Rubble…
Chapter 2- … Arises a Man…
Chapter 3- … Willing to do Anything…
Chapter 4- … And Everything…
Chapter 5- … To Support…
Chapter 6- … And Care…
Chapter 7- … For Those
Chapter 8- … He Loves
Chapter 9- … At all…
Chapter 10- … Costs…
Epilogue- Papa Don't Preach
If it's shorter then that, the following sentence 'Out of the rubbe arises a man willing to do anything and everything to support and care for those he loves at all costs' will be changed to something else ^_~.
But there will be many twists and turns, not just them falling in love. As in, sharp turns and 180 degree turns kinda stuff. Well, as soon as I can think 'em up that is… Oooh, idea!! I'm off, buh-bye!!
Hey, are any of you guys Sailor Moon fanatics? If so or you know someone that is, could you write the ficcie I made up here? I made up the summary and Note thingie about 8 months ago when I was still into Sailor Moon but it is SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! I don't wanna waste a perfectly good idea so could someone write this for me? If there is more then one person who wants this, I'll see your kind of work on Fanfiction.Net and see how well you guys write J . Please, somebody write this!!
Title- Light and the Rose
Season- R
Teaser- Don't be shocked by the title, this is U/M entirely. Just a strange twist... What happens if the Moon Princess was reincarnated into Minako, not Usagi? Minako would truly be the Moon Princess, and Usagi would just be 'Sailor Venus', main protector of her. We all know the story of the Moon Princess and the Earth Prince. What happens, when Mamoru falls in love with Sailor Venus, a love even more forbidden then Minako & Mamoru would be? How would this affect the future? And how different would life be if the Moon Princess was not reunited with her beloved prince? In this story, you're about to find out.
NOTE- Minako's and Usagi's personalities are the same as in the regular dimension. So Sailor Venus (Usagi) is really klutzy and fails classes and gets detentions. Minako, of course, is somewhat smarter then Usagi and can't get any proverbs right. They're families are changed, however. While Minako will have the loving, caring parents (complete with the annoying little brother), Usagi's parents will be as mysterious as Minako's are in the Anime.
That isn't TOO bad. You could have their personalities and stuff changed and have the teaser altered as well but the gist of it should be the same. Which is, of course, being a Usagi and Mamoru ficcie. Please someone write this!!
3 Jade